Week 6

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 6

Last week had been pretty brutal, leaving scars on everyone in camp. A murder driven by paranoia-induced visions, committed by and against two of the youngest members of camp, has left everyone reeling. If this is the way murders will go, what's to happen next?

The humidity is dropping off some, but the heat is staying strong. The campers will need to find new ways to beat the heat. A delivery is due this week though, so maybe the camp's deliveryman will have some ice cream?

The WiiU and current games are all here, but there are no new games. Sorry everyone, you're stuck with what you have. Usagi and Boa are now gone from the Mii menu, but that strange faceless Mii is still there, staring as always. His grin seems to have grown though, and the Mii menu music has changed as well. The other Miis seem scared of the grinny Mii, and they are staying far away from him. Now the only selectable Mii is grin-face. How weird.

The counselors have said they need 'more time' to end this, but just how much time do they need? Can the campers really stall long enough for the counselors to finish their plan? And how does that knowledge sit with them, knowing that each delayed week means less campers will make it in the end?

14 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[fallbymyhands]

[a deep breath. she already knows that zombie Clarke isn't really going to know what he's talking about]

We wish to save Sol.

[ah]

Red and Pines spoke of killing him, but after seeing him in the Metaverse, we no longer believe that to be the correct route.

But we still need to save the rest of you. How. . . do we do that?

[fallbymyhands]

Emiya!

[she shouts out to him, which is a good sign, kind of? at least she sees him for who he is, and doesn't conflate him with whatever monster it is she's battling]

Take cover!

[she gives her sword another sharp yank, and finally manages to free it from the trunk. although the force of doing so sends her stumbling back quite a bit]

[fallbymyhands]

I haven't, no. . .

[????? she's confused!!]

And I-- suppose so? I'm afraid I don't really understand. But if you're happy, then perhaps that doesn't matter.

[fallbymyhands]

[Minato kept his key tightly under wraps, so this is the first time she's ever seen such a thing]

A key? Is it important?

[kitchen_witch]

[Her brows knits, going through the motions of exhaling, though she doesn't have breath]

...We don't know... please, find out. If Sol lets go now, we... disappear.

[diesifkilled]

[This is bad. There are feelings happening and Shirou is not good at being comforting.

He does kind of understand what Lenka's saying, though. It's not exactly the same as how he's felt in his time here, but it's close enough.]

I know. I'm sorry.

[He pats Lenka on the shoulder awkwardly. This is so bad.]

[diesifkilled]

Uh.

[He doesn't take cover.]

Kirijo, you're fighting a tree.

[le_mat]

[he nods]

It's the key to that place I told you about. Where I handled my personas. Apparently most Guests get theirs day one, but since that place wasn't running like it was meant to, I wasn't given one until the day I left Tokyo.

[maybe that's why it was a cell: he was literally locked in. He never even really signed a contract either]

[lovecolored]

A 'fallout shelter'...?

[ familiar with nukes, not familiar with fallout shelters. #touhou ]

I dunno. I'm tryin' to be optimistic, I guess.

[fallbymyhands]

[well]

[Mitsuru jerks back, immediately surprised, like she hadn't expected a response]

You-- so it isn't as easy as asking Sol to let you go? You need. . .

You need vessels, don't you? [she recalls the gigai Ichigo had spoken of before] The ones full of stone aren't sufficient anymore, are they?

[fallbymyhands]

I'm--

[. . . ah]

[she freezes, expression tense, almost like she's been petrified]

. . . I'm sorry?

[diesifkilled]

It's a hallucination. You've been stabbing a tree.

[fallbymyhands]

[Yaldabaoth is a DICK]

. . . I see.

Then I can't help but wonder if Arisato had one as well.

[kitchen_witch]

[She looks at the redhead, hands curling into fists, seeming to be concentrating]

Have a meeting, listen to others... they'll explain better.

[Soon she rasps, eyelids fluttering like a doll's before her expression relaxes]

[soylentprotag]

... Not just feelings.

[When she moves her arm again and he sees her expression, something clicks.

Lenka looks down at his own arm and then reaches down, undoing the fastenings for the glove covering most of it. The skin underneath is still kind of bruised-looking, though as at most trials recently when they've had to strip it's otherwise unmarked. He leaves it that way and doesn't move it again to minimize what he suspects is getting through to Mitsuru. Looks a little apologetic about it.]

If this is... If there's some kind of link, I'm, uh, sorry.

[He's going to scratch his head with his other hand. It's not really just the additional injury he's apologizing for. If Mitsuru is... in his head, then it's not going to be a good time. She's one of the people he trusts most in the camp, and he's bad at hiding things either way, so Lenka is sorry but otherwise a little relieved to at least have some idea what's going on.

A little echo of that probably comes through, the way he's leaning on that trust.]

[soylentprotag]

Everyone.

[He falls silent.

There's one last wrenching surge of everything -- pain and frustration and longing and a million other things -- before his emotions settle again to a lower simmer. His eyes have closed while he tries to listen to her, and there are still tears, little hitches of breath like he's forgotten how that works, but eventually he reaches up to rub at them. When he opens his eyes again he is looking at her, acknowledging her words at least.

Some of the desperate tension is leaching slowly out of his muscles, moving the urge to act further and further away. He doesn't do anything in the wake of it.]

[killtheanimals]

For now, no matter how threatening it may seem, it's probably best to stay on the defensive, if possible.

[Though he does know that feel.]

[fallbymyhands]

[her rapier clatters at the ground at her feet as she stares at the tree, a slow dawning look of embarrassment crossing her features]

It. . . [ah] . . . it looked like--

[. . .]

[that's unimportant now, isn't it?]

I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.

[fallbymyhands]

. . . [she can tell, by the way that expression relaxes, that this is all she can get from Lilith at this time]

We will. Thank you, Zaberisk.

[killtheanimals]

[...Well, it's probably better than Meetsooroo.]

I wasn't.

[Blunt.]

But I don't have anything better to do.

[And he's feeling too dead inside to care much about finding something else to amuse himself with. ]

[diesifkilled]

It's fine. We've all been seeing things lately.

[He's speaking from experience there.]

At least you didn't try to attack another camper.

[fallbymyhands]

[she sees the bruised arm, and it clicks for her as well]

Ah. . .

[she does feel that contriteness, and it only amplifies her own]

. . . I see. So this is what they're doing to us this week.

[fallbymyhands]

[everyone]

[she doesn't know what that means. but his frustration is so loud it rings like a gong in her heart, and she has to take in a deep, shaky breath to steel herself. her first instinct is to get lost in that emotion, to embrace the despair and fear and pain as she had when her father died. but that wouldn't help either of them]

[so she attempts to keep herself calm. she focuses on him, and on pushing aside her own fears. maybe this will help]

Whatever you're seeing is likely not there. Your mind is playing tricks on you. Please. . . focus.

[before he accidentally drowns himself]

[fallbymyhands]

That's what I believed I was doing.

[the shadowy, imposing figure of Nyx's avatar, looming above her like a tower, like a bad omen here to tell her that all of their efforts would go to waste. . . that's who she thought she had been fighting]

[or. attempting to fight]

It seems I don't have a handle on things as well as I'd like to believe.

[fallbymyhands]

[aha. hearing that so soon after Usagi is. . .]

[what if she had tried to attack a camper? what if she had succeeded in harming someone she cared about? those what ifs take a tight hold of her heart and squeeze it readily]

I'm glad for that.

[maybe she should keep to herself this week]